Most people do, by much younger ages than our own. But no person ever outgrows comfort.
[ She says this very matter-of-factly, not really letting the way he deflects with dry sarcasm get in her way. No this time. She needs this just as much as she can tell he does. And she wants to provide it for him. She wants to help him, protect him, take care of him, just for these moments wherein she is able to. But she doesn't press, doesn't make any further advances toward forcing him to rest if he doesn't wish it. Perhaps just being there is enough.
Or, then, he could not be near her at all. She shifts also, a little awkwardly as she has yet to decipher what it is he's doing. Maybe he would rather not have her there after all.
Or he could surprise her.
Hermione turns and furrows her brow slightly, bit of a confused look on her face for a moment before she realizes that he's asking her, however silently, to lay with him. She worries not about the trivial things, just as he didn't, and turns toward him as she settles herself horizontally. She lays facing him, scooted rather close but not enough to be uncomfortable, and lifts a hand to brush her fingers through his hair, and along his cheek.
She makes a motion forward, making a slow and tentative advance, then presses her lips to his forehead before drawing back and simply looking at him. Her expression says it all. The pain, the sorrow... But more importantly, the understanding. The mutually needed solace.
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Date: 2011-12-20 03:38 am (UTC)[ She says this very matter-of-factly, not really letting the way he deflects with dry sarcasm get in her way. No this time. She needs this just as much as she can tell he does. And she wants to provide it for him. She wants to help him, protect him, take care of him, just for these moments wherein she is able to. But she doesn't press, doesn't make any further advances toward forcing him to rest if he doesn't wish it. Perhaps just being there is enough.
Or, then, he could not be near her at all. She shifts also, a little awkwardly as she has yet to decipher what it is he's doing. Maybe he would rather not have her there after all.
Or he could surprise her.
Hermione turns and furrows her brow slightly, bit of a confused look on her face for a moment before she realizes that he's asking her, however silently, to lay with him. She worries not about the trivial things, just as he didn't, and turns toward him as she settles herself horizontally. She lays facing him, scooted rather close but not enough to be uncomfortable, and lifts a hand to brush her fingers through his hair, and along his cheek.
She makes a motion forward, making a slow and tentative advance, then presses her lips to his forehead before drawing back and simply looking at him. Her expression says it all. The pain, the sorrow... But more importantly, the understanding. The mutually needed solace.
'It's alright. It's safe here. You're safe.'
And ever as silently as his plea, she answers. ]